Growing up with no words to say Went to school dreading everyday Watching all those boys and girls that were so predictable Went to the show for some
know I said it all before but now I mean it visions of you and me ballin, so crystal clear I seen it Even though you mad at me you'll be glad to see the
to a ghetto near you Street fame All out warfare, eye for a eye Bustin on my enemies bad boy killing (Street fame) Straight dissing you Fuck Lil' Kim you
tha flesh baby, but you Can't C Me (All tho' glasses won't help you realize) You blinded You blinded You Can't C Me (You Can't C Me) Thug Life baby
wanted man Public enemy number one Understand So lock up your daughter Lock up your wife Lock up your back door And run for your life The man is back in town So don't you
thug girl me want fi me wife. You tink say yu bad man bad and come You tink say yu tough man tough and come You tink say yu rough man rough and come
might just hydroplaine I don't fear none of my enemies And I don't fear bullets from oozies I've been dealing with something thats worse than these That'll make you
a bigger hand Plus I'm steppin like a monster so go-go and scram You ain't experienced, you lucky if you ride the ambulance 'Cause when you dealin
me, lock me, but couldn't knock me off my square. I'm not surprised, you haters wanted to see Flesh stretched out without my thugs, one steady stressin' out
coming for you Three, four, better lock the doors Five, six, better load your clips Seven, eight, we're gonna test your fate Nine, ten, we're out to kill
you see in me Would you look into my eyes? Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me Could you tell me what you see? [Bizzy] Comin' through
killers and that's for sure Niggas out there clowin' mine And you can't rhyme The style you got is all mine And when I see you bitch I'm goin' in your
in the lock and the guard will say to me: oh my patient prisoner you've waited for this day and finally you are free, you are free, you are freezing.
homies into enemies but you gotta rise above it I don't let it get to me the past is the past tho you got some good memories people turn they back and all you
a commando knocking you out like Fernando Vargas Similar to Brando in Apocalypse I'll burn you like the eyes of cyclops when he drops his shades You can
I'm calm Spit heat like a fucking dragon, bagging you up Tagging you toe, zipping you up Clipping you up, mic-cord tripping you up You're in the dark
